Pansy

I was in the owlery delivering a letter to my grandparents informing them my grades were good and that I had not built up any amiable connections towards mudbloods. I was personally thinking my parents were exaggerating a bit. They had wanted that confirmation every month since I got to Hogwarts. Since they were in Azkaban that letter went to my grandparents. Though I shared their opinion on mudbloods to a great part, that was a bit over the top. Hearing their words, you would think befriending one of them would kill me or something.

While I was thinking about my parents quirks, the little parchment robin I had made flew in and sat down on the open palm of my left hand. I got an answer from Granger. I smiled when I read the answer was a yes. Now all that was left for me to do was convincing her she was at least bi, and then reel her in. Not the easiest task, I knew, but as I have said earlier I liked a good challenge every now and then.

Before I could make a move, however, I had to get her to know me better. Right now, when all she saw me as was the stuck up pureblood bitch, she would outright refuse me, regardless of her sexual orientation.

H/P

I got an opportunity earlier than I had expected. Slughorn had decided to start a potions project including both work in the lessons, but also essays and such we had to work on for homework. He had chosen the pairings and matched me with Granger, saying that he knew we were not exactly good friends but both way too determined to let something as trivial as animosity get in the way of our work. For her it was true, I was sure of that. As for me, I was determined to get her to like me, to carry out my plan.

Hermione

Live just was no fair. Why on earth did I have to be pared up with Pansy Parkinson, of all people? Well, like Slughorn implied, I was most likely the only one who was capable of dealing with her.

"Seems like we're in it together, Granger", Parkinson said, without, as I noticed surprised, any hint of a sneer in her voice. She was simply stating a fact.

"Looks like it", I mumbled. I looked at our worksheet. Okay, so a love potion first, one of the potions I personally disliked most as they made one go completely crazy even with someone you normally would not even look at. We needed an antidote, too, which was important as we had to test the potion on either me or Parkinson.

"I'll get the ingredients", she said, again surprising me with her lack of hostility. Maybe, if she really was able to go on like this, this won't be as bad as I had thought it was.

At least for the first day it was not so bad. She was nice to me (which, with Parkinson, meant she was not taunting me all the time) and we actually worked a perfect as a team. I was surprised to find out she was actually quite good at potions, and rather clever. I had never noticed this fact in before, but I presumed she had simply been lazy.

How it would turn out to be working together outside the classroom where no one was going to watch whether she did something or if I did all the work by myself was a different matter entirely. I already started to dread that. I was sure by now she was going to play the nice girl during lessons and just continue being a bitch outside it. It made sense she would.

H/P

To say I was surprised would be a severe understatement. I was completely baffled. Parkinson and I had worked on our potions homework together as we were supposed to. No snide remarks, no bitching, not ever bickering. She was so nice to me it was almost scary. What scared me even more was that I rather missed the more feisty Pansy Parkinson. Just Pansy, I reminded myself. Another odd thing. She had asked me to use first names. I almost believed she really wanted to change, but then I remembered how she had treated Ron a few day ago. If she wanted to change, she would have been nice to him back then. However it seemed she tried to be at least nicer to me. She had only once insulted me this year yet, and even then it was rather against Ron than me. I had no idea what to make of this. I was still sure she had an ulterior motive for her behavior, but I could not figure out what the reason could be for the life of it and that irked me. It irked me to no end. It was like racing into a blind curve at 120: I had no idea if something would come and hit me, and if so, what. But she was acting odd, and I would find out the reason for that.

H/P

When I went up to lie down in my bed in the evening, the first thing I saw was the little parchment robin sitting on the blanket. I took it in my hands, and the familiar change happened; the bird became a sheet of parchment.

This time, the message was short and to the point:

If you are still interested, be at the divination room at curfew tomorrow

YSA

Why had it to be past curfew? I would probably for the first time risk detention, which I most certainly would not want. But I was way too curious to just let this slip. So I would sneak away past curfew and meet my "secret admirer" at the divination classroom. Maybe I could take Harry's coat, just that I had no idea what to say to him as a reason. I could probably find some excuse. I would think about that later. Now I would have to get some sleep.

My dreams were filled with Cormac McLaggen admitting his undying love towards me, Pansy Parkinson plotting on how to destroy my potions essay, Ron trying to get me back (in which he would not succeed) and a little parchment robin shooting up and down the hallways. It was sufficient to say that I was not really rested when I woke up the next morning, which resulted in me being grumpy. It got no better when Ron proved part of my dream right when he took me to the side to ask me if I would not at least give us a second chance. Of course I said no. I had given our break up enough thought in before. It was just inevitable. I just hoped Ron would see that soon, too, as it was blocking our way back to friendship if he still tried to revive our relationship.

H/P

The mystery Pansy stayed one for today. She really seemed determined to be nice to me still and even was nice to my friends. I could not wrap my mind around it, it was simply odd. Maybe she had realized that she should look for friends rather in the other houses, as she was the only Slytherin in our year now. Yet why she concentrated on me I had no idea. After all, she had been my nemesis for years. All I could do about it was wait till I found a reason.

H/P

Sneaking out past curfew was not as much of a problem as I had thought it would be. Harry had been so kind as to loan me his coat even if I chickened out on the explanation, and I had been able to get to the divination classroom without further ado. But when I got in, no one was there. I was already wondering whether all of this had been a bad joke, but then the room grew completely dark. It was this powder George sold in his shop. I could not see my hand in front of my eyes. I drew my wand. Maybe this was some a trap by death eater who had set his mind on revenge?

"Don't worry", a voice rung out of the darkness. It was monotone and sounded almost mechanical. It had to be magically modified. "I don't wanna hurt you." I lowered my wand a bit, but stayed alert as steps moved closer to me. My ears seemed to be off, too, because I did not realize that when they stopped, the person already stood in front of me. So it took me completely by surprise when two small, soft hands touched my cheeks and I felt a pair of lips brush against my own. I just stood in a daze, my instincts willing me respond to the kiss. Whoever he was, he was a good kisser.

Suddenly, the kiss broke off, and, I was absolutely sure though I could see nothing, with a wink and the words "See you soon" my "secret admirer" was gone. I stood in a daze for a while, before feeling my way to the door still completely confused and , putting Harry's cloak back on, slipped back to my dorm, trying to progress what had happened. Only then it dawned me I still had no idea who this "secret admirer" actually was.